Pms.

[Intro]

Yo

[Verse]

I used to be comfortable tellin' bitches shit that ain't none of they business

I was tryna find my power, they was usin' it against me

You can't pay me by the hour, no seven twenty-five

SOS, I get it wet, he gotta dip his dick in rice

They want me to be a rapper, I want me to be myself

If rappin' happen to happen, I'm keepin' health over wealth

They hate when I masturbate, get too cocky, feelin' myself

I share a sun with Beyoncé, couple kids, cute fiancé

I like bein' me, a lot of these hoes can't say the same

And I can rap for hours, no hook necessary, change the game

Bitches love a jingle, that's okay, but I like givin' brain

I ain't tryna make you bitches dance, I'm tryna heal my pain

Bitches'll call you an alcoholic, drive you to drink

Chillin', get hit with an iceberg, be mad when you sink

Might be that bitch, but I'm very human, when I shit, it stink

I see what you hoes compare me to, you not allowed to speak

All I gotta do is be humble and they gon' give me me, that's a lie

Hoes don't wanna see nobody win 'cause they would never try

My art from the heart, these hoes can't even look me in the eye

But want me to be swayed by they opinions, bitch, I'd rather die

Pray for my demise, dig up my past like they the FBI

Then hop they ass online like ACAB, haha, am I right?

I'm way too generous, can't take these bitches serious

Can't give these hoes no benefits of doubt, I'm on my period

PMSin', fed up with you bitches, ride like brooms to witches

Poison apples, pass 'em out, I'm vicious, Glock pull up, she glitchin', ooh

Crabby bitch, she itchin', gave her the six-nine, she snitchin', yeah

Fuck respectin' women, I got richer in the kitchen

PMSin', fed up with you bitches, ride like brooms to witches

Poison apples, pass 'em out, I'm vicious, Glock pull up, she glitchin', ooh (Yeah)

Crabby bitch, she itchin', gave her the six-nine, she snitchin', yeah

Fuck respectin' women, I got richer in the kitchen, yeah

[Outro]

I did it that time